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A Song
| I thought no more was needed | | Youth to prolong | | Than dumb-bell and foil | | To keep the body young. | | O
who could have foretold | | That the heart grows old? | | | | | | Though I have many words, | | What woman’s satisfied, | | I am no longer faint | | Because at her side? | | O who could have foretold | | That the heart grows old? | | | | | | I have
not lost desire | | But the heart that I had; | | I thought ’twould burn my body | | Laid on the death-bed, | | For who
could have foretold | | That the heart grows old? |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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